As humans,we tend to oversimplify or over exemplify.I think it's woven in our DNA,this inexplicable need to understand the way things work. To unravel the threads that hold together our existence .It isn't beyond us to look for an inner meaning ,a deeper purpose to things that happen around us .We spend all our time looking for signs from the universe, connecting seemingly unrelated dots supplemented by inarguably sane logic. I wonder where this inane need to be one with the cosmos stems from .Does it help us cope with the fact that in reality,we are specks, insignificant and infinitesimal in the eyes of the universe?Maybe the reality of the situation is too much for our frail ,mortal hearts ...

The mystery of faith is the often misunderstood gift of God. What is life without mystery? If we knew “everything” then what would drive us to search, discover or strive for the unknown? Certainty would leave us as sedentary beings...which we are not.

The mystery of faith is not for comfort but for sparking the restless pursuit of what it really means to be part of the human condition. Faith and thinking go hand in hand. Without faith we are left with nothing to stoke the imagination and inspiration of learning life’s greatest mysteries.

Not all black people are gang bangers, not all white people believe in slavery, not all asian people want school on Saturdays, not all native Americans believe in spirits, never judge someone base off their skin color. Trust me when you get to know people you’ll see that racism is never ok.

Yesterday I did something that took courage and bravery. Something that has been holding me back for the past 7 years. Something that I was finally able to give closure to.

I feel good. I feel better. It is not holding me back anymore. I feel like a part of me has healed. Besides, I gained back an important friendship that I lost a long time ago. To be honest, I missed it a lot. I... missed her a lot.

Her support means so much to me, and now that I know I have it I actually feel stronger. It is true that what people say about "the truth will set you free".

Tonight the sky shines dark,
I don't know why but it shines, darkness glimmers.
And my eyes hurt watching.
I watch the clouds sway and wonder how long it takes for me to see them again, or will I ever see the exact same clouds again in my life?
And the stars, they fascinated me always. Will they ever stop blinking? Will I ever hear their voices from this far?
And the moon seems to be in melancholy tonight, Will I ever know the reason? Will I ever be able to look at the moon and not cry ? A million questions in my mind. But tonight I seek no answers.
Tonight I'll wonder reasons, I'll wonder why all this happened.

Do you believe in miracles??
Life was uncertain when he happened to me. I was in the race of getting success and he was busy in enjoy every bit of his life. Sitting in the corner of my that coffee shop I was reading one of the best sellers for the world around me but the reality was far apart. My hand was a busy with that book but my eyes and mind was stuck their in that front most table . Their he was was sitting with a coffee and the same best sellers that I was into. I just went there on that table and asked him,
"May I sit here"?? Seeing me astonishingly, clearing his throat he said-
ya ya sure why not !! He had already ordered his cappuccino and I was waiting for mine.
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You won't ever find me in the crowd,
I don't go to places that require fake smiling and hollow stares.
But if you ever come across a lonely path follow it, see where it leads,
I might have taken the same and would be waiting somewhere amid the tall trees and wilderness,
Where the spring never leaves and the autumn leaves never fall,
Where the wind carries only the fragrance of love and not ignorance.
You'll find me when the right time arrives ,
I'll wait till then and more if needed ,
Because my love is beyond and far beyond this world .

I keep bleeding my love for you in great messy dollops all over my life,
staining the pages of my diary where I have sketched out plans to be a great messy genius.
My mind maps, outlines and charts all cataloging my would-be rise to stardom have become height maps and warped, wavy graphs, a topography that tries to mimic the harsh landscape of rumpled sheets where once was merely a quagmire of hopes.